This is a song about "Dani zuluaga with santi"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Before we see it's hard to live

Enough pain already to sleep with

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Easier to deal with, easier to feel with

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

A fear of commitment with

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I got something you've been waiting for

Dueling with duality.

And now that i’m getting money

If your man can't keep up wit you

Die with hope, live with virtue

With miserably blistering

Why not me the same thing